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Vijay Prabhakar Poem
Oh Mr. Postman,
Where have you gone?
Oh Mr. Postman,
Wake up its dawn.
You vanished without a trace, you didn't even leave a trail.
Should I send a message in a bottle or just an "E-Mail"!!!?
Oh Mr. Postman,
What happened to you?
Oh Mr. Postman,
You are all but over & that's the truth.
Life for you must now be hard, with no postcards or parcels to collect.
What have they done with you, are you caught in a web they call "The Internet"!!!?
Oh Mr. Postman,
Are you still alive?
Oh Mr. Postman,
There's no mail and it's half past five.
I have my doubt if you will ever come back again, to deliver my telegrams and letter.
I want see you just once again, or someday will we meet on "Face-book" or "Twitter"!!!?
Oh Mr. Postman,
Have we lost you to technology?
Oh Mr. Postman,
Please accept my apology.
I am waiting to hear what you have to say, now that gone are the stamps, paper, pen
and ink.
This is no dream, a harsh reality, What was, What is, What will be. Just think!!!!
Oh Mr. Postman,
Why did the technocrats bring about change ?
Oh Mr. Postman,
This cyber revolution has got me deranged.
I would draw my screen and look out of the window, just waiting to hear your bicycle ring
Now I look into a screen with windows, trying to figure out this "Inbox" thing!!!
Oh Mr. Postman,
Welcome to the new era!!!
Oh Mr. Postman,
I hope it treats you well
In your uniform on days hot, cold or warm, you have served people both high and low
What will you do now, do you have a plan? I will never know, Will I never know?
Copyright © Vijay Prabhakar | Year Posted 2011
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Vijay Prabhakar Poem
Spiraling down the steps of life
Watching ourselves as we fall
Knowing not what to do about this strife
As this black hole engulfs us all
Is this the purpose of our existence?
What's the point of being pure inside?
When our deeds are met with resistance
And the world must it chide.
We are being tried, We are being tested
Our joy is filled with sorrow
Our very being has been arrested
We need strength to face a new tomorrow
Can we measure our suffering and pain
Which grows by leaps and bounds
Piercing eyes look at us with disdain
Our cries are but a muffled sound
In our dreams we see reality
Is reality but just a dream
In our quest for peace and tranquility
Somebody please hear our screams
We need somebody, We need a helping hand
To keep us standing on the ground
To lift our faces up from the sand
We need Angels all Around
Copyright © Vijay Prabhakar | Year Posted 2011
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